1:38 Since that good-bye time my bones are cold

I never really thought that dead flowers are a good gift for anyone
they smell death, they are murdered to elicit a disposable pleasure
and a short-lived experience.
I have been walking in this city
with a bandage over my heart
using a cane to move about
Back and forth like a pendulum, from point A to point B
I have fooled myself for a long time.
When was the last time I saw a full moon?
a constelation, a pretty stone, a dragon-shaped cloud?
When was the last time that I saw myself?

If you happen to see "me", tell "me" "I" said hello...